It was a wedding gift. We never knew from whom it came, even after all these years.I just opened the front door, and a quart jar of clear liquid sat there. My first thought was that it was water.Then I saw the note. “Congratulations on your marriage. Have a toast, from a friend.
When I was two years old, my parents brought me and my six-month-old sister from Scotland to Canada. Late in 1997, I moved to Atlanta with my then-new, U.S.-born wife, and 20 years later, I finally officially became a U.S. citizen.
Meta’s recent decision to replace third-party fact-checking with a crowdsourced system called “Community Notes” further highlights the importance of local newspapers in providing reliable, vetted information to their communities.
While some things may change, others seem not to. I am talking about the efforts to drag-mine our Okefenokee National Wildlife Refuge for titanium dioxide so mankind never runs short of toothpaste whitener.
It happened in Kentucky a while back.Perhaps 13 years. The name of the small town in which we stopped escapes me completely, but that does not matter in the story.I was on a three-day, three-town speaking tour with Kentucky’s first female governor, Martha Layne Collins.
My objective has always been to provide you with information that is not readily available to the general public so that you can shine at your next church social or cocktail party by sharing a factoid that will make the group look at you in wonderment and awe.
It was such a sweet moment at the time and thrilling, too. Now, when I think about it, I’m sentimentally sad.I’ve seen Richard Petty a few times lately, and I guess that’s what brought back my memory. Petty is one of the great storytellers.
You deserve the best, and the best I can offer you today is Junior E. Lee. As longtime readers know, and those who are recent to this column will soon learn, Junior is one of a kind.